Necessary Madness: A Writer on the Road

The Hair Cut Lady

The Hair Cut Lady

I’ve never had much patience with hair and haircuts. Just cut it, I’ll say. Straight across. I’d leave salons with my hair wet, because, after all, I was only heading home or to the barn or out to walk the dogs. My Connecticut hair person knew not to take it...

Our Never Ending Story

Our Never Ending Story

  In the early seventies, I was a victim of sexual harassment not unlike Anita Hill’s. I lost my job after refusing the demands of a man who was not only well-regarded in the industry, but the recipient of numerous manager-of-the-year awards. I didn’t share my...

A Festival of Photos

A Festival of Photos

Coimbra, always colorful, is especially vibrant during June and July. In addition to the annual feasts and fairs, just last week was the Festas de Rainha Santa Isabel, or Feast of Queen Saint Isabel, held every two years. It was truly extraordinary. But first, the...

Second Guessing

Second Guessing

To be honest, I'd been waiting for and a little worried about the let down I'd been told was an inevitable part of moving abroad, the point at which the novelty wears off and reality sets in. When there was no let down, I wondered what was wrong with me. Where was...

Euphoria: A Dizzy Update

Euphoria: A Dizzy Update

Although clearly recovering from my concussion, there'd been no sign of that delicious sense of well-being that usually washes through after an illness, producing energy. Energy wasn't just out of reach. It was invisible. Maybe I'd lost the oomph, the impetus, to...

Dizzy

Dizzy

It was a typical Sunday here in Coimbra. Bright and sunny, I'd walked from the local train station through Choupal Park, to Centro Hipico de Coimbra – the stables – for my turn with a friend's horse. I spent a lovely hour or so there, and walked back through the park...

When Thinking Feels New

When Thinking Feels New

Hannah Arendt wrote, “Loving life is easy when you are abroad. Where no one knows you and you hold your life in your hands all alone, you are more master of yourself than at any other time.” I’m finding this to be true in ways I never would have expected, but I don’t...

We’re Not Stupid!

We’re Not Stupid!

  The Harlem River Bridge was open and stuck. The Metro-North train I was taking to Grand Central for the shuttle to JFK and my flight back to Portugal was, according to announcements, delayed “indefinitely” while waiting for “the Army Corps of Engineers to...

The Spoken Word

The Spoken Word

I’ve never opened a book without a pen. Audio books? Never! What would I do with my hands? My annotations are an elaborate system that fill most pages. My son calls them the rantings of a mad women. Maybe so. I don’t care. I am madly in love with my books. But I’m...

A Hollywood Bikini Wax and Alexander Hamilton

A Hollywood Bikini Wax and Alexander Hamilton

Hello all. What a week politically. Here's some distraction. Curious what sort of story caught Reese Witherspoon's imagination -- she snapped up the movie rights -- I picked up Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman. Social misfit, physically-damaged...

Announcements

Subscribe to our mailing list

* indicates required